Fantasy Pantheon Academy

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Mood: Shitty
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With his arms wrapped across his chest and mildly annoyed look on his face, Thorn stood silently during the assembly surrounded by his fellow classmates. If you were to look at him, you would think he was the son of Aphrodite or Hathor due to his clear brown skin, warm chocolate brown eyes framed by long lashes and his plump lips. He was dressed in a fairly simple outfit consisting of black boots, his favorite dark skinny jeans (because they made his ass look great) and a black t-shirt that hugged his torso nicely. However, despite his physical beauty anyone could sense the aura of slight danger he gave off or see the intense look in his eyes that promised pain if he was provoked. He was in a rather foul mood, he hated waking up and it didn't help that he wasn't even told he would be going to this school in the first place. He always knew he was a demigod, it wasn't a fact that was hidden but that wasn't the problem. The problem was the fact he was just upheaved from his life and forced into a place with people he didn't know. It didn't help that a group of people beside him wouldn't shut the fuck up.


He struggled to stay silent but it only became harder and harder especially whenever the muscular Irish man spoke. Just the man's voice was enough for Thorn to decide that he disliked him. He was about to say something only for the headmistress set off a solar flare and summon a Hydra. The sudden light made him recoil a little and caused his eyes to burn but he shook it off after a few moments before he looked at Hydra. He wasn't particularly scared. His mother was a lion goddess who was made with the very purpose of killing those who angered Ra only to promptly go on a murdering spree. Soon he rolled his eyes and turned back to the headmistress only to realize the group of assholes next to him were still speaking. Clenching his teeth he turned his head and glared. The other teacher, Reiko, called them out but he didn't particularly care as he growled.


"Yo douchebags, shut the fuck up or at least be quieter especially you, the one who sounds like stereotypical dumbass highschool jock if they had an Irish accent" He said, his normally smooth voice taking on bite while his eyes ran over the girl aka Friday, Sigvar, the handsome blond Vincent who Thorn probably would have flirted with if that for his mood, the scrawny guy Lucky and finally the large man known as Aodhan who was the one Thorn had directed the 'high school jock' comment at.

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[PolikShadowbliss]

Friday.

Fucking annoying fake bitch! Her fist clenched as rage flowed through her.
"Yo douchebags, shut the fuck up or at least be quieter especially you, the one who sounds like a stereotypical dumbass jock if they had an Irish accent!" came a growl from the one of the students, almost an actual growl, she turned and looked at the bloke, still seething with anger at the teacher and had to fight the urge to just shout rather "uncultured" obscenities at him just to get him to shut up. Instead, she made a point to light up another smoke, dragged it out, and blow in the man's general direction, locking eyes with him as she did so.

That turned out to be a mistake, as the moment she did, a sudden horrendous fear slammed into her chest threatening to break it. She quickly looked away, breathing hard, and the moment she looked away the fear abated. What the fuck was that!? It was clearly not natural. She knew one thing, she needed to stir clear of this fellow. She didn't fucking like the way he had made her feel. Right, demigods. They have powers. This was a normal school, where she could just dick around willy nilly. She would have to keep that in mind. We will make a great many enemies the rate we are going. And it will only be a matter of time before one of them has had enough. Normally, she wouldn't really care. Then again, normally there wouldn't be a fucking hydra scare on the first day and the students wouldn't possess numerous supernatural abilities. The bad girl persona that she had developed through the years may not be able to survive contact with so many powerful people. She had no illusions. She was a bloody teenager now and this whole thing was fine and dandy but eventually she will have to wizen up and become an adult. The time was not now though, she still had several years left before the bad girl act actually became something that marked her as an woman trapped in her adolscence. Until then, the rest of the world can go fuck itself!

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

Brooke "Lucky" Weisz​

"Ah!" Brooke could only yelp as the astoundingly burly man cuffed his head as he told him to stop winking. He just gave a sheepish smile. What else could an English guy like him do to a mountain of an Irish... teen? He's so big he could be considered a man! He listened to his speech of not wanting to be a hero, can'tsay he was surprised. None of them looked like the hero type.

Friday then answered his question with sarcasm. Something that made him smile, "Har... Har. I actually know what being sarcastic is like, princess." To think that she'd actually give back a wonk made his heart skip a beat. Or was that her power? Not that he knew. She introduced herself before puffing a smoke directly at him. The smell of smoke was something he was used to but he crinkled his nose a bit and blew the smoke back to her. "Your name... maybe..." He said the last in his head, keeping it to himself and planned on telling Friday his theory later.

He glanced to the crowd that he has left behind, wondering if putting himself here is actually the right choice. "What would I even do here? I'm just someone who's got more luck than usual." Can you believe it? A guy complaining about luck. Thing is he doesn't know anything about his half-god blooded self. Zilch. So no, he doesn't even know what he can do. Then a flash of light.

It took him a while to set his eyes back to normal, he kept blinking the flare away. And the first thing he notices was a Hydra. "Woah." It looked so real, like it came out of a movie. The shackles and the seven moving heads and all. Wondering how much it must've cost to get such real good tech. Wait. "Is this for real? It's seriously real? Oh, shit. It stinks so bad." The mix of smells wafted to his nose, he wanted to puke but what would that make him in the first day of school? Didn't matter. The power play had no effect on Brooke, he's a noob when it came to anything mythology and still is in the process of actually believing monsters exist. Let alone that they have powers. Brooke could only stare at the creature, when a guy approached the little group that they have formed. "It is kind of... Is this supposed to be power play because it is a weird way of showing power." Then Friday was yapping about deities being drama queens, and as far as Brooke's concerned, he kind of agrees after what he saw. So, wait... They can hear us anywhere? But it's not like his question is just gonna be answered like that so he just put it in the back-burner.

The twig of a kid listened to Vincent's explanation about their Headmistress, how it was just to scare them and that they'd obey but enforcing teenagers only makes them more compelled to disobey. That's always how it's been, and it always a part of television dramas. Look at Wally West in the CW's The Flash. Brooke shuddered at what Vincent said, knowing that the guy is joking, didn't stop him from imagining the blonde guy in bed, waiting for Hydra. "Do...you all not like it here? I know Miss Amaterasu is over the top but please don't blame her." A voice like honey came from behind him, turning around to see a lady wearing all red.

He didn't answer and just gave her a placid face, mouth in a thin line. I mean, it's not like I don't like it here... Am I even hero material? That was the bigger question. But he just watched things unfold with Friday and the Vice-headmistress of the school. The two just gave off this intense electricity at each other, it was clear that the two has a great dislike towards the other in just five seconds of talking. Then Reiko left, Brooke tried to shout and get her attention, "Wait! Ms. Lady in Red, I might not fit in here after... all." There was nothing special about him. Nothing at all. So why was he here?

"Yo douchebags, shut the fuck up or at least be quieter especially you, the one who sounds like stereotypical dumbass high school jock if they had an Irish accent" What? This is a school, it will always be noisy in school. That is pretty much a given.

"Dude, chill. I mean if you want somewhere quiet then just go to the lib-" He stopped, looking into the guy's eyes and fear suddenly overcomes him. He was quick to hide behind Friday, "He's one creepy dude."

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[RI.a]

Haruna Miyamoto

First day assemblies wasn't new for the transfer student. But being thousands of miles away from home in the middle of the ocean and being in a sea of foreign faces (most of whom easily towers over her small stature) scared the poor girl. She stuck to the walls and sides, her eyes glued to the floor.

It was only a few days since she arrived on the island that the Pantheon Academy was. Only a few days prior to that did she find out she was a demigod. The child of the being that stood before them and proudly spoke the alma mater. A really long one at that about being heroes and saving the world. She stayed silent through it, only some students around her followed the headmistress. Luckily, Haruna was a diligent student back in Japan and her english was pretty good so she could at least understand what they were saying.

She noticed a few people leaving abruptly. Guess there were all types of students no matter where or what you were. She kept to herself, not wanting any sort of attention. Haruna may not have had looked around much, but she had a gut feeling that she was one of the few people of the East. Not that race should matter to anyone, let alone demigods and whatnot. But she couldn't help but feel more isolated because of this.

A putrid smell broke her out of the tresses of her mind. A low dangerous growl followed by heavy stomp and chinks of metal chain. Her eyes widened at the 12 headed monster brought in by a bearded man. Her attention shot back towards Amaterasu. What was going on?

Not long after did another enter the hall. Calm and with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Even with her reassurance that the beast wouldn't hurt any of them, Haruna's heart still pounded against her chest. Her legs starting to shake slightly, her entire body telling her to get the hell out of there. If what one of the boys said that this was all just a ploy for the headmistress to intimidate the students, it sure as hell worked on her.

She came here to learn how to be a hero? She was expected to kill monsters like that? This was insane. What kind of education system was this? Her dark eyes met the being that was supposed to be her mother. No she's not her parent. She's a god. A god is sending her out of all people to kill monsters. To protect the world.

This was a mistake. There has to be some sort of mistake. The room felt like it was getting smaller and something was taking the oxygen out. Her mouth opened and she started taking deep, panicked breaths. But nothing was filling her lungs. Her hands started sweating and she brought them up to hold her head. She tried standing up to leave the room only for her legs to not work. She ended up hunched on the floor, her vision starting to fail.

#assembly hall

#intimidated

#open for interactions

 

[idalie]

Aodhan O'Cuilleanan​

The comment made by the bystander had Aodhan pause, removing his hand off Vincent's shoulder. Then, the demigod turned about, his hands up in mock surrender. "Aye, aye, you caught me lad. All brawn, no brain. Irish as McGregor, n' half the attitude." He stretched, shoulder winding back in misdirection as the opposite arm swung upward and connected to Thorn's jaw. He carried through with the upper hook, something that would knock most humans out cold. But, Aodhan knew demigods could take it. There wasn't any holding back to it, however, the momentum pushed Thorn away and Aodhan a step forward before the Irishman dusted his knuckles. "Yer ma's minge smells of cat food and yer paw takes it up the arse." O'Cuilleanan finished by jerking a thumb over his shoulder and motioning with his head toward the outside, "Jog on, kid."

Whilst staring into Thorn's direct gaze, Aodhan had sensed something akin to fear but was quick to dispell it with his own aura. If anything, he hoped to nullify the effects, but more or less he was furious and fury in part came from fear. It wasn't something to be upset about, it was something to utilise. The son of War and Spite learned there were cowards in the hearts of the bravest men, sometimes they were subtle little things, other times they manifested in decisions that left people broken hearted. These cowards desperation to flee could fuel a war of survival. His grandfather had told him of the first men in Ireland, how they had driven the elves and faeries underground and sent them across the seas in their greed. But they were still there, occasionally you could put your ear to the ground and hear them humming. Know that to run from the hidden folk was the betterment of a coward and to stay was the stupidity of a prideful fellow.

Aodhan glanced to his newly acquired acquaintances and arched his brow. "Youse okay? Twig, Smallfry? He didn't do some weird mind thing, did 'e? I've heard about them types," The big demigod continued to stare at his fallen victim; in a set boxing stance with feet a shoulder-width apart and hands half lifted to quickly protect his face if need be. Junior Heavyweight Champ wasn't for nothing. 'Course, he'd not held that title since last year after his father came back. If anything, his granddad had been upset he dropped it. Aodhan used the same club as all the gypsies and often his grandparent would use it as an excuse to drink in the middle of the day for a catchup then drive home along the country lanes to avoid getting caught by the coppers. His granddad didn't trust 'em since his own father had been beaten to an inch of his life in '13 for striking at the factories. Police were English lapdogs, the general consensus of the oldies.

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[rennuelaw]

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Mood: Shitty
Tags:| idalie PolikShadowbliss Colorless Spectrum dmgink Accelerate BELIAL. [/div][/div][div class=title]Thorn[/div][div class=text]
Thorn barely managed to stop himself from coughing when she blew the smoke at him and without realizing it also set him off. His eyes immediately changed, the normal warm brown of his eyes vanished and changed to a blood red colour and the pupils shifted from that of circle to a catlike vertical slit. His body tensed up like that of a lion getting ready to pounce as he glared into the girl's eyes, striking fear into her heart. His lips stretched into teasing almost sultry smirk at her reaction as his eye colour returned to it's natural chocolate brown state. God he loved his ability though he wasn't sure how exactly it worked, he had accidently used it on his father who had said it was as though Thorn had morphed into a demonic lion like creature with blond red eyes. Placing a hand on his hips, he tilted his head ever so slightly at Friday.

"You ok hun? You look like you just saw a ghost." He said in a fake concerned tone. His mood immediately lifted, he loved watching assholes squirm. He then turned his eyes towards Lucky and his smile widened a bit as he stepped forward.

"Oh, I'm not creepy at all, actually I have been told I'm quite beautiful on many occasions." He said in a teasing manner, his mood continuing to lighten only for a fist to connect right with his jaw caused Thorn stumbled back and turn around. Raising his now glowing hand, he took a few moments to heal his broken jaw before standing up straighter. His eyes shifted to their blood red slit state before his fangs became more pronounced and his nails lengthed into black claws. He smirked to himself, spitting out the blood that had been in his mouth before spinning without warning. With the grace of a feline, he swung his arm reaching up far enough to slash the Irish douche bag across his face, just barely missing the man's eyes.

"You know, one of the most popular legends about my mother was when she went on a massacre and was only stopped after she was tricked into believing that an ocean of red wine and pomegrante juice was blood. They say she bathed in it and drank it until she drunk as fuck and was knocked out for days" He said absentmindedly raising his hands to lick the blood off his claws. He grimaced at the taste before smirking at Aodhan.
"The moral of that story is my mother is a bloodthirsty bitch, and I'm one too. You just broke my fucking jaw so tell me why I should rip you to shreds and bath in your blood." He asked with a loud growl, at this point he was less normal house cat and more lion than ever. Reaching out he grabbed the man by his throat and, with all his strength, threw him a few feet away.
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[Olissa]

Chloe Thanes

Chloe sighed. She should have worn a flower wreath or something. Anything, any plant, to be to her disposal to get her out of this spot. There were plants further up, but to reach out to those and have them help her out felt a bit of a stretch. She'd survive the pushing and shoving, right?

Someone fell in beside her, pushed around by the multitude of people. Chloe had done her best to at least not bump into him too, but she hadn't thought he would say anything to her.
A bit surprised she looked over. What? You just gotta... and then it was quiet.
OH! He mimed the movement and mouthed the word. Push. Yeah that was easy for him to say. While not the biggest brute in the building he at least looked like he could at least own his spot.

And wasn't it super rude to just go and push people around? Or was that normal in a crowd? Yet another thing to chalk up to the 'what you don't learn when sheltered' list.
She supposed it wouldn't harm anyone to try. By Zeus, anyone knew she wasn't strong enough to inflict any form of harm.
Hesitantly she raised both hands, gave the young man beside her an uncertain smile. Here goes nothing.

Chloe turned her attention forward and gave the person before her a push. Or better put, a little press that was barely worthy of being called a push.
That backfired.
The person before her half glanced back and with a gruff told her; "Stop pushing, geez." And subsequently shoved back, causing Chloe to fall back a step, bumping into the one behind her, which earned her another annoyed remark.

Chloe was about to apologize for the pathetic display when a blinding light filled the room. All the plants in her direct vicinity lurched towards her, her power instantly kicking into defense mode. Even though she was at least a head smaller than most here the light still reached her and left a burning sensation on the eyes. What happened? Were they under attack or so? It didn't feel like it, even though the smell that filled the air just about made her gag.

The plants had by then already relaxed, slowly shrinking back to their normal state, never having fully reached Chloe to begin with.
Being rather short of stature she had difficulty seeing what was being brought in, till one of the heads popped up just high enough to enter her line of sight.

A Hydra...

Her mother had told stories of them, and how they were never, ever to be taken lightly even when 'tamed'. She shuddered, trying to make her way away from it. She reached the walls. Not an exit, but it still made her feel a little safer.
The commotion in the hall nearly caused her to miss the sound of deep, panicked breaths. Who?

Chloe looked over and spotted a girl slumped on the ground, her hands covering her head. Her heart clenched at the sight. Poor thing. As unnerved at the sight of the beast that Chloe had been, this one had huddled down on the ground.
Without giving it much thought Chloe walked over and got on her knees by the asian teen. She didn't have any experience with these kinds of situations, she'd have to go with her gut and hope for the best.

"Hey." She stretched out her hand and placed it on the other's shoulder. "It's okay. It's okay." She couldn't really say that it was safe here that she didn't need to panic, because that would be a flat out lie. This place wasn't safe as long as that Hydra was here.
"Take a deep breath, a slow breath. 1. 2. 3. 4. And breathe out slow." Even if it didn't help the girl, it actually did help Chloe. Maybe a distraction from the situation right in front of them would be better? "I'm Chloe, Chloe Thanes. What's your name?"

Meanwhile there was a sudden huge commotion of two people ending up in a brawl. Oh no, that wasn't helpful at all. Though she supposed she should thank Tyche that she wasn't right next to that.

girmu , RI.a ​

 

[idalie]

Aodhan O'Cuilleanan​

The moment Thorn went in to rake his newly formed nails across Aodhan's face, the Irishman lifted both arms in defence to keep his eyes from being harmed. Claws split the skin, exposing blood that ran down his face and into the stubble of his jaw to coagulate before dribbling down his forearms. Stung like a motherfucker, but that was fighting for you. "Fuckin' fursona comin' out, heard 'bout freaks like this one," O'Cuilleanan grinned, bearing his own teeth in a hard, uniform line. "Aye, well, all that drinkin' does shit to yer kids. Maybe she should learn to fuckin' hold her weight, what a lightie--" The quick quips were ended as the boy knocked his defense and grabbed Aodhan by the throat to throw. The Irishman didn't land that far considering Thorn was shorter than him, but tumbling into the floor the Irishman took a few seconds to recover. Just like in the ring, gotta get back up and out there lad.

Shaking his head, Aodhan wiped at his face and flung droplets of blood to the floor. Smearing it half across his features like some depiction of a Celtic warrior. Limbering up, Aodhan eyed his opponent. Logic prevailed, planning and execution. Art of war, if you wanted to sound a bit up your arse, then again Aodhan would admit it sounded better than looking at patterns and outcomes to suggest the best course of action. O'Cuilleanan rushed Thorn, wrapping his meaty arms around the skinnier teen's waist to drop him to the floor and disorientate him. Nevertheless, standing over his fallen form, Aodhan laughed "Ye sure like lickin' up another man's mess. Eh?"

His foot connected sharply with Thorn's ribcage. "Now fuck off, ye don't want a real fight. If ye wanted a real fight ye wouldn't be such a little twat about it, trash talk is good, but it ain't trash talk when ye talk about yerself as a big bad wolf. If ya gotta tell someone yer a wolf, yer a pretty bad wolf." O'Cuilleanan dusted himself down, "I mean, startin' a fight over an accent, I can get it. Hitler woulda done the same. But when ye use somethin' as pure and wonderful as violence to indulge yer wanking fantasies, I ain't interested. I bet no monster would tell me how great they are before we start beatin' the shit outta each other. I don't give a shit about yer ma. I give a shit who I'm fightin' against and mammy ain't here, she's not even in the picture. Yer not someone 'cause yer parent is, aight son? Try again later."

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[rennuelaw]

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Mood: Shitty
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Thorn grinned as he watched the man tumble, licking his lips before hissing when he got back up. He managed a yelp before he was grabbed by his waist. on instinct he grabbed the other male's shoulder and sank his claws. He barely managed to let out a threatening growl before his back hit the floor. Groaning, he glared up at Aodhan through narrowed eyes. His eyes widened however when he saw the foot coming his way. Barely managing to get out of the way, he rolled on his feet. He took a moment to take the man's words into consideration.
"Correction, Neko you son of a bitch." He said as ears and a tail appeared before he dashed forward and tackled the man to the floor. Growling, he quickly straddled his opponent's waist, not wasting any time as he began bashing the man's face in with his fists. Smirking, he stopped in favor of wrapping his hands around the man's throat again, digging the tips of his claws in as he tightens his grip.

"I don't give a flying fuck about your fucking accent, what I give a fuck about it is." He said, squeezing a little harder. "The fact you have no type of fucking respect, you talk so fucking loudly I can't pay any attention to the teacher and you are smoking on top of it. Also, bitch, I don't particularly give a shit what you care about. " He growled before jumping off of the other male and brushing himself off while keeping his eyes on him, ready to dodge if needed..

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[PolikShadowbliss]

Friday

Friday shouldn't have been surprised that that fucking [uncultured expletive] got himself creamed in the face, she wasn't surprised when he started saying some braggart shit about his precious mommy as if that would impress anyone. Shit had always hit the fan with her, always. She was surprised (and impressed) by the Irish bloke's restraint. She didn't she would have shown restraint. Then again, she wasn't much of an actual fighter. The other boy though didn't take his obvious hint and just starting punching him in the face. That infuriated her to no end, and she felt that sudden rush of negative energy. The type of energy to cause bad things to happen to people. She found herself rushing toward the stupid lion boy, holding a fist and socking him straight in the jaw. Normally, this wouldn't have done shit to a big burly guy like but she felt the negative energy lash out and as usual the normal punch to the jaw became much worse. Not only did the jaw break a second time, but her fist somehow bounced off the jaw, and smash into his nose, causing the blood to squirt into his eyes. And to make matters even worse, his stumble caused his feet to tangle over each other, throwing him to the ground. She then stomped him in the balls for good measure. What the fuck are ya doing Friday!? She spit in his face too.

"Hmmph. Maybe you should learn to take a hint, nitwit. You aren't the only one with powers here." She then walked away, not bothering to see if he was stupid enough to actually fight a girl. Besides, his powers don't mean anything. He can't hit something if it's out of reach.

 

[Accelerate]

Amaterasu walks gently over to Haruna Miyamoto and Chloe who was trying to comfort her. Looking at the both of them the students were too focused on the brawl that was clearly starting. Amaterasu paid it no mind. She was more worried about her Daughter currently, She isn't know for being Motherly but it was in her nature. She kneeled down in front of her and placed her hand on her other shoulder, nodding to Chloe as she does, Her voice came out like a sweet lullaby.
"Haruna. Its alright my child. It's alright, I am here Your mother Amaterasu is here...." Her voice was definitely different from the more commanding voice that she usually used, in fact it was clear that she was actually speaking in japanese. "I am sorry I wasn't with you at your Dad's funeral....He was a great man and I loved him dearly and i know this is a lot to take in... It took years of divine protection to keep you and your family safe So your father...it wasn't a accident that he died...Like i said There are things in this world out to get demigods and i couldn't bear to lose anyone of my children." She attempted to pull her in for a hug but if Haruna didn't want to she would not force it in any way.
RI.a Olissa

 

[BELIAL.]

Vincent Ambrosia

| Location: | Main Halls, near the back
| With: | Friday, Aodhan, Sigvar, Lucky, Thorn
| Mentions: | idalie rennuelaw

A lady in red approached the group, making Vincent's brow quirk straight upward. He didn't remember her face before, and he usually remembered a lot of the people around here (given, of course, the sheer attractiveness exuded by those of a higher power or an offspring of that divine energy. Is that why people followed Jesus around). However, she seemed more establishment and less rebellion as the rest, so he was annoyingly halted; delaying the carting off his newfound friends to get drunk under a bulkhead.

"Do...you all not like it here? I know Miss Amaterasu is over the top but please don't blame her." The woman asked in a sing-song sweet voice that made Vincent equal parts relaxed and equal parts on edge. Perhaps it was due to his nature as a walking sin, but that amount of goodness and positivity made his stomach turn a bit. Still, he appreciated the bit of a break her energy gave from always being on edge.

"I know this must be rough for you all. Being taken from your homes, your life, your friends....But staying with them may put all of your family in danger." Vince coughed out a laugh, snorting at the application of that sentence to his own life. He had no family. No one was left for him, no one except the grand god of orgies himself. Friday made a comment, ever the lovely Friday (oh how he enjoyed that beacon of chaos), and the woman was quick to put to bed any kind of rumors that the Headmistress was going to kill everyone one day with that beast.

She introduced herself as the Vice Headmistress (which Vincent had to think and wonder if such a thing existed outside of the Academy) but more importantly the Headmistress of the Sun's sister. Ah. That made sense. Vince clicked his tongue, nodding in response. She seemed nicer than the OG, which was a good choice on the Headmistress's side to bring her in this year. The last had hadn't been so nice, and well maybe it was what made Vincent so opposed to following any of these rules. Did he truly have the capacity to obey, and be good?

An image of the wine fermenting beneath his bed sent rolls of pleasure through the young man's core, and he recognized that he would never, truly be obedient.

She left after imploring the misfits to attend Hero class. Vince sighed begrudgingly, rolling his eyes and smirking at the others.

"The tactics never stop. They really, really want us to be good. I mean, if they've got hotties with bodies and plenty of lazing about I won't com--" He was cut off by someone from the outside forcing himself into the conversation.

"Yo douchebags, shut the fuck up or at least be quieter especially you, the one who sounds like stereotypical dumbass highschool jock if they had an Irish accent " Vince narrowed his eyes, his hands deep in his pockets as he turned over his shoulder to try and figure out who would start such trash-talk. At this point he was offended for Aodhan-- he loved the accent! However, the kid didn't instigate any true fighting just yet, so Vincent was posed to watch and see what happened; maybe comment a few witty things or two to keep the mood sour.

Indeed, things became so quickly. He first noticed Friday cower a bit-- nothing outward and nothing large, but there was a streak of fear that danced in her eyes when she locked them with the kid. Vince noticed a lot of things-- that was the benefit of always watching and waiting (as well as being in a constant state of tipsy, so really everything moved slow enough that you could calculate the most finite of microexpressions). He saw Lucky cower too, which made him deduce that the kid had some sort of fear aura; whatever the fuck it was called. Vincent had gotten a similar energy from Aodhan, but Aodhan hadn't been outwardly aggressive so he hadn't been inclined to be intimidated so quickly (though it probably would have just turned him on more).

He changed his mind quickly on the aggressiveness when Aodhan went for the landing blow immediately, tossing a hook to the kid's face. Vince exploded in energy, throwing up his hands and giving a huge jump back. His eyes bulged out in equal parts surprise, confusion and amusement. What in the god damn? The idea of a brawl enticed the demigod, plus he figured that between the two kids there would be only a few broken bones. Half-mortal kids were like indestructible toddlers; you toss 'em about, they usually get back up.

The kid jumped immediately back into the fray, growling and pouncing like a naughty kitty. Vince was now completely confused and only a little bit amused. Brawling was fun, for sure, but there was a look of something else in that cat-kid's eyes. He meant to really, really harm Aodhan-- or at least try and beat the heavyweight down to size (a statement which, in itself, made no sense to the demigod and seemed impossible as well). Aodhan didn't want to keep fighting, he kept telling the kid to back down.

But the kid kept coming.

"You know, one of the most popular legends about my mother was when she went on a massacre and was only stopped after she was tricked into believing that an ocean of red wine and pomegrante juice was blood. They say she bathed in it and drank it until she drunk as fuck and was knocked out for days."

"Damn, that sounds kind of like the dream evening for me... minus the massacre part." Vince mused quietly, concern slowly bleeding into his gut as dread hung like a heavy coat over the fight.

"The moral of that story is my mother is a bloodthirsty bitch, and I'm one too. You just broke my fucking jaw so tell me why I should rip you to shreds and bath in your blood. "

Okay, too far.

Vince liked blood, and he liked to swim in it like it he was the pancake and it was the maple syrup. Vince liked ritual madness, just as his father did and chaos it bred. Vince liked brawls as well, muscles squirming and pulsing and sweating made him a bit weak in the knees. But killing and battering over a petty argument? It was shameful in comparison to the great dramas out there, and a waste of all the time and energy (and blood) that was shed on this day.

Vince was bored now, bored of the kid railing on Aodhan like a cat on acid and bored of this situation. He wanted to drink with his new friends and forget about the world for another ten minutes. Was that so much to ask for.

"Alright, playtime is over," Vince sighed and pulled his hands out of his pockets, strolling over to the kid. He raked his gaze, equal parts annoyance and disdain, across the kids face. There was violence, and fear in his eyes-- but Vincent had his own mind tricks. The fear did little except make the hole in his stomach expand, and a few goosebumps rise against his skin. Vince concentrated the fear to one spot, and made direct eye contact with the bad cat. "Now, if you don't put those claws away, we're going to have go to the vet. I'm annoyed now, and I highly recommend not making me annoyed. Put your claws away, sit the fuck down and stay quiet until we've left." He drilled holes, beams of pure persuasion and coercion into the kid's eyes. Vince bent at the waist to make sure he was right there, delighting in the coercion rippling through the kid's mind like a stone tossed into the pond. He was pissed, and he wanted to get drunk. He stood up after a moment, turning on his shoulder and advancing to the others.

"On your feet McGregor, come on. You good? I'm sure you've taken worse blows than that. I've got some heavy shit under my place, beneath the floor boards. We can see what we've got against...those," he said as he pointed with a grimace to the beads of blood trickling down his neck and among the other places that the cat-kid had landed assaults. "Then we're going to the bulkheads dammit. This has sufficiently ruined my day, already. I just wanted to be drunk when the real brawls began." He mock cried and stuck out a hand to help Aodhan up, smirking devilishly.

 

[sweetbeans]

Lot had followed the hydra towards the circle of students has he continued is observation. All his attention was poured into the beast and had no idea what the group of students and teacher were chatting about. After he had filled up about three pages of notes, Lot decided he would follow this up later as the hydra was being escorted out for some air. He too was going to head out when he heard a student approach throwing around insults. Lot could never walk away from what could be a possible fight; which was not uncommon at the academy due to the various children of war gods enrolled.
The fact that the student who instigated the situation was by himself, made Lot side with him if there was going to be a fight. He tended to always side with people with disadvantage because what is the fun in winning easily? "Hello my fellow students, what is going down?" Lot interjected while the fighting had already begun. Taking a couple steps back, Lot watched as the physically superior students threw punches and claw slashes. He wasn't going to step in between the two students' brawl but instead waited for his own opponent who might strike his feline acquaintance. After seeing the female student deck his friend and stomp on him, Lot began chanting a simple spell under is breath, a flame seeped out of his hand falling gently to the ground. With a simple flick of his wrist, the flame whipped towards the retreating student slashing her back. "Don't run away from a fight you just joined." Lot warned sarcastically.

PolikShadowbliss

 

[rennuelaw]

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Mood: Shitty
Tags:| idalie PolikShadowbliss Colorless Spectrum dmgink Accelerate BELIAL. [/div][/div][div class=title]Thorn[/div][div class=text]
So many things went wrong in the span of a few moments. That worthless bitch Friday actually had the nerve to break his jaw and nose, make him fall and proceed to step on his balls. He could feel it welling up inside him like a volcano about to erupt, it was as though the world was becoming tinged with red. It took a few moments, but everything slowly but surely healed over by the time he was about to get up, his rational side was almost completely gone. When the blonde, Vince, walked up to him his ears twitched at the sound of footsteps before he immediately snarled. He could feel it, the influence the man seem to have over him through the simple use of words. It almost worked too but he was already too far gone all it took was a simple glance at Friday when Vince began walking away to cause his body to begin morphing. Fur sprouted from his skin as his bones cracked and broke to form a new skeleton. After a few brief moments, a large white lion stood in Thorn's place. With a roar, he barrelled forward, almost knocking down Vince in his pursuit of revenge. He wanted her gone, he wanted her to suffer, he wanted her to die.

In a few short moments, Thorn had pounced on top of Friday. He glared at her, striking fear into her very core. God he wanted her dead so bad, she deserved it. He wanted her blonde to stain the floors of this hall but, he couldn't. He stood there, growling at for a few moments then looking up and growling at everyone else some more before sprinting out of the hall at high speed. Before he knew it he was in a different hallway near the library and in human form again, completely naked.

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[PolikShadowbliss]

Friday.

Friday was just about to take off when a seering pan lash her back, and turned to see yet another student had seen fit to join the fry, replying scarastically. Whatever, she was not in the mood for another fight. She was just about to leave when the other student decked her. She eyed him and the catboy, whom she was honestly keeping her distance from. Then shrugged. "He should have backed down when he got the chance, " she replied back, taking a puff of her smoke, "it's much worse to continue a fight then start it." She knew she was being very hypetherical right now. So she started this fight. Which was about to get much worse as she heard an unearthly growl and turned just for a fucking LION to pounce at her with an enraged expression in it's eyes. She didn't have time to react, and could only instinctively scream as her negative energy flared up as if to protect herself. She was fully prepared to get completely eaten alive and that thought terrified her more than the fucking lion. But the lion seemed to regain control of itself at the last minute, growled at her for a few moments then growled at everyone in the hall before just bounding off.

Even when it did so, Friday still lay there, unmoving. Completely shaken. Watching the beast run out.

 

[Accelerate]

Heracles came back in, His voice came out as loud as a Sonic boom, "WHAT IN HADES DO YOU THINK YOU ALL ARE DOING!?" Heracles stomped over, his eyes narrowed as he looked at those who dared to start a fight, it would get everyone's attention since everyone was already focused on the fight. Heracles gets over to the bunch, and they would realize he was a Giant of a man. Seven feet four inches, all muscle, and picked up Friday. Though it appears Thorn had Retreated. Heracles nearly scoffed, but it came out as a sigh.

"This is what you children always end up doing." He spoke softly and then looked directly at Friday. "Hmmm I may need to take you to the medical room."
PolikShadowbliss rennuelaw

 

[dmgink]

Sigvar Vitharsen​

Well, it seems quite a bit has gone down and Sigvar knew that. Two brawls, right in front of the boy's dark blue eyes. He wasn't particularly invested in that. He didn't know any of the people involved, and definitely didn't want to get to know a few of them. He wouldn't name names. He stared amongst the group; to Thorn, to Friday. To Aodhan, and beyond. He wished to intervene himself, but things ad already seemed to be solved by the time he went to act. The revenge demigod didn't quite feel that urge to avenge anybody. He wasn't friends with any of these people. Not quite yet, anyway.

The brunette felt more inclined to leave with his Dionyssian counterpart. Vince seemed a lot more levelheaded than the others that were fighting. He was going to leave to go to the library, but a certain feline had run off that way and Sigvar, quite honestly, didn't want to piss him off further. He wasn't about to get into a fight on his first day. Sure, he was descended from war, but he was also descended from intelligence. Make friends and fight later. Get settled first, then worry about drama. Odin didn't lose his eye for no reason, so Sigvar wouldn't fight or no reason. The other demigods seemed much too rowdy for his tastes. Maybe once he settled in things would get better.

Regardless, with that, the Norwegian left with Vincent. He ignored Heracles' roaring, the threats thrown around, everything. He was focussed on getting out of the main hall in general. Anywhere, even the dark depths of Helheim, was better than here.

​

 

[girmu]

tagged sweetbeans Olissa RI.a Accelerate ​

He offered her an encouraging double thumbs up before pulling his hands back down and assuming the role of oblivious spectator. The student in front was shoved or rather gently nudged. His thick brows furrowed, eyes squinted and a sympathetic smile breeched his facade as she earned herself a few callous remarks. Poor thing, her confidence needed work. Shakir watched her mouth open and in turn he leaned toward her as to better hear her before she vanished completely. White flooded his vision and it felt as thought the world had been yanked out from under him, lost in a sea of startled voices. His eyes burned, the type of pain felt when your dad barged into your room at six in the morning and turned on all the lights. Shakir pulled his head away from the girl and squeezed his eyes shut until the light outside of his lids lessened some. Blinking away the blur from the many faced dragon now before him, Shakir fearfully sucked in a breath then instantly regretted letting the foul air into his lungs. He knew of Bessie, knew of her many smells, but the sight of a creature so menacing still made his stomach twist uncomfortably. He supposed from the goddess' perspective it was like bringing out a large dog, flexing her muscles to little baby mortals. There was a clear gap in thinking between humans and gods. One that makes you think hydras were unruly pests or that is was okay, normal even, to walk out on your babies. Something human emotions couldn't wrap around and understand.

Shakir was thrown off balance by a force rushing past him, but quick enough to regain his footing and avoid stumbling. His gaze followed the mess of brown hair, scowling at first before his expression lightened from recognition. He had had a few classes with boy speeding toward the hydra in the previous years. Real studious type. Kind of an ass. Apparently wanted to end his life by the way he rushed to the monster, book in hand. His name was Lot if Shakir remembered correctly. He felt the nervous presence beside him vanish and looked over in time to see a tendril of blond hair dipping out of sight. The grin returned and fist shot half way up in the air with a burst of pride. "Oh good, your'e doing it!" He followed after, frequently adjusting his stance to slip past the other bodies. It had been easy enough with the little path the blond carved out for him. Admittedly, he'd wanted out as well.

They'd ended up at a hunched over body. Shakir stood rooted in one spot while the girl went to comfort her. Somehow the sight made him more sick than the hydra. Godly power moves aside, it had to have been a nightmare to some of the new students to come to the island alone. Now there was a hydra. They'd probably have thought they were actual danger until one the staff cleared things up.

"It's okay. It's okay."

The pity welling up in him forced him to step forward then crouch next to the pair, arms resting on his knees. His eyes went from the blond, looking like the uncertain one this time, before going to the brunette. "She's right." He added, slowly at first as the words came to him. "They don't let just any run of the mill demigod fight things like that. Purely reserved for the badasses of the bunch. Yeah, it doesn't seem like it right now, but the islands actually safe for people like us. Promise." Shakir shifted back when the headmistress approached, taken back a bit by her presence.

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Friday.

Friday felt immediately safer when Herc showed up, and she shook it off her shock and quickly got back up. Just in time to see Vincent and that other guy just walk out of the hallway. She looked at them for a moment, and then, sighing, walked out with them, casually catching up to them. She may be a bad girl, but even someone like her, she needed friends, especially after what happened. Still she felt a little out of place there just walking beside the three tall hunking men. And she did start a fight, nearly got herself killed. Normally, she wouldn't care about being judged, but she needed to have friends. "So," she said to the tall man (Stigvar), completely ignoring the fight that happened, "you never gave us your name?" She didn't expect a response, as a matter of fact, she wouldn't be surprised if he just ignored her entirely, she didn't give them a good expression back there. She never had much friends. Most of them were just junkies and drunk partiers.

 

[rennuelaw]

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Mood: Calm and Tired
Tags/Interactions:|None/Open [/div][/div][div class=title]Thorn[/div][div class=text]
Thorn walked down the quickly and silently, his feet not making a sound as he looked for a place that wouldn't have any people. He almost regrets started that fight, almost. He was raised by a man who never let any type of disrespect slide, he would even get pissed when someone didn't greet him back on the street. Needless to say, Thorn's reaction to being punched was justified. He rolled his eyes to himself. He had only mentioned his mother because it held relevance to what could have happened, what almost did happen. If he was honest, he was mildly disgusted with himself. He nearly killed someone. He never resented his mother or his status as a demigod, fuck he even love being a son of Baast but it came with a price. Bloodlust. The urge to murder and dance in the blood of his enemies.

Growling to himself he tried to think of something else. Looking up, he noticed a door with a window that was emitting a blue glow. He walked closer and put his hands to the door, at this point not even caring that he was naked (after all, a mere glance at his booty was good enough to be a birthday gift for anyone.) as he looked through the window. He realized it was the pool area. Opening the door, he walked in before letting the door close behind him. He walked until he was at the edge of the pool before beginning to walk along it.

A few moments later, a groan escaped him as he finally realized how much pain he was actually. He may have healed, but he was still sore as hell and overuse of healing abilities were giving a major headache. Crouching down, he leaned forward slightly to run his finger against the surface of the water. He would wait here for a little while until he got enough energy to turn into a cat and try and find his dorm.

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[Pretzel Heart]

八川 みこと
Hatsukawa Mikoto
|Interacts| PolikShadowbliss dmgink BELIAL. rennuelaw |Mentions| Accelerate RI.a ​

Second year, second orientation, and yet Mikoto was already taking it all in stride. He beamed at his aunt's introduction from his seat centered in the front row and stood proudly to join in an enthusiastic rendition of their Alma Mater. He remembered how nonchalantly he had put it to memory the year before, not really sure if he could believe in the lofty mythos it spouted. Ragnarok and the Void? Those were things he had never even heard of before arriving at the academy, and even though his knowledge of international mythologies had increased, it was still hard to believe. As far as he knew those calamities remained firmly in the world of make believe. After all, despite the proven truth of the gods' veracity, and the contradictions every major polytheistic religion of the world existing simultaneously might create, there had never truly been an end to the world. War, yes. But that was a human thing as much as it was a thing of the gods.

But why was he overthinking this now? Perhaps because it was the dawn of his final year in this quasi-sanctuary. After graduation...then what? 'Hero Class is required for all students this year.' Really, it should have been required from the start. But 'hero'... that word was as much a myth as any god. And just because they had been born of them, did that really automatically make them better suited to lead humanity than humanity itself?

Thinking about the future was one of those things that made Mikoto uncomfortable, however, so why not focus on the here and now? He turned behind him to survey the students milling towards the auditorium's exits. Reconnecting with friends from the past. Must be nice to waste potential studying time chatting it up. No. He was completely okay with the fact he had already been there a year and didn't have anyone like that. A few enemies, perhaps. But that came with the territory.

Speaking of the devil was one thing, but thinking of him was perhaps just as effective as Mikoto's eyes caught a group of those so-called trouble kids. Smoking right in front of the Headmistress, that took some guts. And as a drop of poison will ruin the well, their delinquent activities had already drawn in one of the school's more notorious troublemakers: Vincent Ambrosia. He'd have to remember to slip in a word about alcohol present in his dorm. Of course there was always alcohol there, so Mikoto had gotten to the point where he only suggested raids every once in a while so that the staff wouldn't get too annoyed. Just often enough to prove a point. Like, stay away from the new kids and quit stirring up trouble. Despite being one of the more difficult students at the academy Vincent was a tricky one to broach. He had that silver tongue of his that got him in and out of trouble more easily than most, so Mikoto had resolved to using less direct tactics when dealing with him.

He also made sure to commit the smokers to memory. New kids and already on his list, tsk tsk. One was so tall he'd likely have no issue tracking him down later. Jotting down some notes in the little book he always kept with him, Mikoto decided that in celebration of the first day he'd save disciplinary actions for later.

Even if he had wanted to approach them the familiar flash of nuclear-level light filled the room. With a sigh he closed his eyes- he was somewhat used to that little trick of his aunt's at this point, and perhaps because of their shared blood it didn't seem to affect him as badly as the others. Realizing what was likely to follow, Mikoto pulled out a scented handkerchief to hold over his nose while the Hydra walked in. Not that it did much to help the stench, but at least it was some relief from the repulsion filling every one of his senses. He also couldn't help his body from instinctually stiffening at the sight of all those coiling, retching heads. Like 12 individual snakes all poised to swallow him whole. He shook his head and fixed his posture. He couldn't show any weakness, especially not this close to his aunt. Besides, they always pulled this shit during orientation for the newcomers, and Bessie wasn't exactly old news around campus. Of course it had its desired effect on many. Just last year he was counted among those whose eyes had gone wide knowing that the monsters their parents had sent them to sleep on were very real and out to make them their supper. After 16 years of being an atheist who thought he had long outgrown fairy tales that had sure been a wakeup call.

Right on cue, as the students cursed this outlandish display of power, a figure in red walked in. His other aunt, whom he had just met recently. And the two already had their "good cop bad cop" routine down pat. As he listened to her cheekily put down the rude protestations of the smoker girl Mikoto decided that this aunt might be his new favorite. He hoped to learn a lot from her. Yeah. Goddesses and monsters...Had he really only been here a year? By now it all felt old show. Amazing how humans could adapt to even the most outrageous of circumstances. Well, then again he wasn't really human, was he? Though it would probably take more than just a year before he would truly feel at home with that idea. Apparently he wasn't like a lot of the other kids. He had never met his 'godly parent,' he didn't even know what he looked like other than the descriptions his mother would give with that far-off, starry look in her sad, beautiful eyes. Damn it, he knew that he should have gone back over break. He was dying to see her again, their letter exchanges just weren't enough. But the last thing he wanted to do was put her in danger, plus he was already behind, transferring into the school, so he had to do whatever it took to make the most of this last year. And figure out what came after.

There was some ruckus going on at the back now. For Amaterasu's Love, they weren't even out of orientation yet. Let alone the Headmistress and the Vice, Heracles and Bessie were literally right there and these guys thought it was a good time to start brawling.

Mikoto stood, already pulling out his greatest weapon- the rulebook- more than ready to give them all a piece or two of his mind, when he saw that his aunt had already left to go take care of it. Wait...no, she wasn't addressing the kids knocking each other about the back. She was kneeling over a girl.

Ah. That's right. Among these new students was her. Miyamoto Haruna. His cousin.
Even though he had known she'd been on the island for the past several days Mikoto hadn't yet made an attempt to reach out. He told himself it was out of concern, that for a young woman moving to an island of gods was quite a culture shock that she would need time to get adjusted to. But perhaps there was something more to it than that. He didn't even know for sure if she knew he existed.

Family, huh?

All his life it had just been mother and son. No father, that much was clear. And though his mother had her own extensive tree of relatives, for all intents and purposes to them Mikoto was simply a person who did not exist. He knew his grandfather still sent them money every New Years, but that was about the extent of their relationship.

So finding out he had two bombastic aunts who controlled a school of gods. Finding out he had a cousin...

But if something was happening to Miyamoto it looked as if she was already being attended to. So, with a sigh, Mikoto thought he might as well see to the students in the back. Heracles was already handling (?) it, but it looked as if one of the kids- who had turned into a lion, no less- outright ran off. As he followed him he passed by Vincent's little group, including the smoker girl and a tall guy he had never seen before. Unable to help himself, he waved his little rulebook, "You better not be doing anything suspicious. Just because it's the first day doesn't mean I won't write you up." He grinned in preparation to any response but didn't stop, keeping the brisk pace until he had reached the pool.

There was...

Yes. A completely naked boy standing there.

And it's only the first day.

"Hey, new kid." Well, he didn't know for sure if he was new or not, but losing control of your powers was a sign of newbishness. Not to mention he should already have tabs on any obvious troublemaker like this one certainly was, "Wandering about the premise without clothes is a serious offense. Not to mention getting into a fight. At any normal school that would mean immediate suspension."

He sighed, his smile finally dropping as he removed the jacket he had been wearing and attempted to hand it to the guy. "But I guess this isn't any normal school. You seem hurt, do you need help getting to the nurse's office? It's better if we limit the amount of students seeing you...like that."

 

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Mood: Calm and Tired
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"Endlessly falling down down down for, time is running out but it's not too late. I only have you, please save me, hold me now." He hummed to himself, having zoned out and beginning to sing without realizing. He moved his fingers side to side slowly across the water's surface making small ripples as he watched the light reflect off of the water. He opened his mouth to continue singing only snap it shut when someone came up a few feet behind him and spoke. He didn't even get up, he merely looked over his shoulder at the boy. "Awe, he's adorable." He thought to himself but his face had remain stone cold.

"Well, he punched me first and it's not exactly like I want to be naked." He said bluntly, turning his head forward again not the least bit concerned that other man could see his naked back. He listened to him continue to talk, only looking up when the jacket was offered. It was kind of small making Thorn hesitate before smiling, standing up and putting it on, the hem of it just barely touching his upper thigh. Wrapping his arms around himself he looked at the other male.

"Thanks, I was getting kinda cold and I'm fine, just really sore." He said before looking out at the water again.

"Maybe it's better if I do get a suspension. Like I didn't even want to come here and I literally got into a fight in the first half of our first day. " He said, shaking his head while absentmindedly pulling down the hem of the jacket.

"Why did you follow me anyway." He asked softly.

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[Lost-Discronica]

Odiare Reckwood was in a bad mood...despite this she tried to make the most of her situation
god i hate this.....i never wanted a normal life.....but this..no this was too much
". . . Shit! i think i missed the assembly!" and how did i make it here
as Odi looked across she saw two boys... but one....was naked some some reason.....
this must be another attempt by mom to make an OTP.....would she be mad if i ask them where the office is?
walking over to the two boys Odi said "sorry to interrupt your romantic moment....but do you two love birds know where the main office is?"


Pretzel Heart
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[RI.a]

Haruna Miyamoto

A sudden warm hand on her shoulder caused her to flinch away slightly. Scared that someone was going to throw her into one of the beast's mouths. But her gentle voice said otherwise and the student began to relax- though not by much. She tried to follow her count to regulate her breathing. Her heart was still pumping rapidly but her vision began to return to her. Sweat had unglamarously made their appearance on her forehead as she managed to match the face to her voice, though not meeting her eyes. "Ha......Haruna..." She managed to say after taking a few more slow breaths. She hoped the girl would pick up that it was her name, though her voice may be soft and ragged. A new voice next to her promised her that it was all safe, even though it didn't seem like it. The whole academy was a culture shock to the transfer student. And she was a little embarassed that she nearly fainted from being so anxious. She knew no one on the island and she had to trust these people off the bat.

She didn't have that kind of faith in young people. She nodded meekly, unable to take his words as the truth. Haruna dropped her head back down and managed to sit herself properly on the floor than on all fours. Her hands patted softly above her heart as if coaxing it to relax. She hadn't noticed the headmistress until she placed a hand on her shoulder. Her voice and demeanor almost contrasted the one on stage mere moments ago, and her fluent Japanese seemed to relax her even more. Haruna pursed and bit her lips, tears pooled in her eyes and threatened to spill at Amaterasu's mention of her late father. She had mourned for him at his death anniversary every year even though she could barely remember him anymore. She had always blamed herself for not remembering more of him. Amaterasu apologised for not being there, that she was protecting them. Was she supposed to have a touching reunion with a mother she's never met? That she thought she didn't have? She backed away when Amaterasu gently leaned in for a hug, a single tear rolled down to her chin as she did so.

"Sorry Ms. Headmistress," Haruna addressed coldly in her first language, she wasn't sure what she was sorry about really. Maybe denying the god a hug. She turned her head so she didn't have to look at her. "I'm sorry you had to spend all these years protecting my family. I'm sorry you failed." She was taking it out on her now and she knows at the back of her mind that it most definitely not her fault, but it felt good to point the finger. Haruna got up slowly and bowed towards the two students who had helped her. "Thank you. If you would excuse me, I would like to get some fresh air." Her voice a little louder than it was before. Without waiting, she turned round and headed towards the exit; her hands roughly rubbing at her teary eyes.

#assembly hall

#upset

#amaterasu

#Chloe Thanes

#Shakir Hakim

 

[Spazzycat101]

Moss​

This was a nightmare, this was a nightmare! Everything was loud, everything was a blur. Voices deafening, louder than thunder.
Moss was so horribly lost.
A day ago she had been uprooted from her home—no agreement, not even a trick into agreement! Just some unceremonious kidnapping. And now this place, so full of people, more people than Moss ever thought could have existed in one space all together. So full of people, so empty of spaces to hide, so empty of spaces at all.
The walls and vaulted ceiling were claustrophobic and suffocating. Before much at all happened, Moss made her decision; out.
She darted toward what could only be the exit with an inhuman burst of speed. Moss didn’t even bother to push people away, she simply swerved past them. A few seconds of glamour allowed her to slip out the exit, entirely invisible. Fresh air calmed her racing heard only slightly. It was minimal relief, because the landscape was so horrifically different from that to which she was accustomed. The sun came down so directly, not sapling the ground. And the ground itself, even worse! Made of some sort of ragged, porous stone. Moss immediately made for a patch of green and flopped onto it spread-eagle, face-down. The place was much more open now than she liked—she liked dense forests more than she did meadows—but the grass was at least a comforting familiarity. She lay there for a while, in the relative quiet, until the sounds of other students came to her. They had been released from the hall. Moss fled to the grassy ground that came right up to the wall of the building. She watched the people with a bitter taste in her mouth.